Ya knowI dun been to jail for a lot of stupid s**tand when you go to jail for a lot of stupid s**t, you try not to go backand...ya know i take percausion ya knowhowever, sometimes you can take too much percausion to the point whereit gets rediculious... oh man

Each day at my dope spot, i watch him as he passes byI say to myself, he looks like the FBIA white man like him, what is he doing over here?i wonder, what does he wantthen he asked me "you gotta light, you wanna help me smoke this blunt"

(chorus)It was just my paranoia, hey heyyrunnin away with me yeaIt was just my paraniarunnin away

Down on my luck couldnt fine no jobid rather sell dope and rob, why squab?I know i cant do it foreverso uh ima do it quick and clever, howeverDrinkin' malt liquor, smokin endoTwo cops ran pass my windowIts a raid, uh thats what i assumeI flushed to ounces in the bathroomI ran out the backBefore they could find mecome to find out, they raided the house behind meyea man they went through my back yardhopped over the fence..anyway

(chorus)It was just my paranoia, hey heyyrunnin away with me yeaIt was just my paraniarunnin away

Im tellin you man, your paranoia can get to you i remember i use to trip everything, know what ima sayinI'd be chillin wit the hom...we'd be goin off manyou know what i hate thoughi hate them late model cars dawg on itlook like vice wit all those attenas on itparanoid, i use to sell yale mantrippin on the telephone and the mail manTreat custom mugs like compulsive liarsraise they shirt and check for wiresI got a little money, but i need a little moredam, somebody's knockin at my front doorsome guy in a shirt and tieis it homacide or FBIdoes he have a warrent for Joseph Foreman?oh your a moreman?

(chorus)It was just my paranoia, hey heyyrunnin away with me yeaIt was just my paraniarunnin away

hey man, you know where my paranoia really get me at man?when im walkin through the mall or shoppineverybody be lookin like undercovers cause they be starinand i dont be knowin, ya know what im sayinI hate sellin dope, i think about stoppinUndercover cops follow me while im shoppinTrackin me, wit a hidden cameraplottin to through me back in the slammathey think i dont see embut yes i do, they some hatersactin like they pickin tomatasim ready, for a quick decisionkeep em, im my perifial visioni see em in the airport, plain and clearstreet clothes with that little wire in they earthey rush me, shake my handim your biggest fansign this for me Afroman

ya know, i wrote a hit song"because i got high"sign with universalnow my bank accounts drivinUniversal Records year mantook my money like enronbroken along, things got hardhowever, it brought me close to godi changed my life and became a christiansinger, rapper and musicianive been high, ive been lowive been rich, ive been poorive been right, ive been wrongsince i been wit god, my paranoia's gone